Lyrics:
According to a recent tweet by Iggy Azalea
"Diss songs shouldn't be filled with
Celebrity name drops to pad out lazy bars"
I beg to differ
Rihanna
one
Homie ain't know I was with it drew down off the teflon
Three hundred blkout they go through his left arm
Riding round with some shit nigga done
guess it's time
Roof down with that look in her eyes
Let her go, but I won't let her pass me by
Go for a swim, or we could go for a drive
Her eyes light
You played me
How am I supposed to feel
You played me
I try to do my best
But that never seems enough
Getting swallowed by these thoughts
But I try
the life of the trill?
Pigs and snitches get along 'cause they squeal
Chorus (2x)
3,2,1
<sounds of door closing in prison>
(Inmate)
South Park
Turnin on you
You turnin on me
Started out was family
I aint turn on you
You turned on me
Took my heart thats robbery
Criminal shit 3rd degree
You can't
it by the end of the song you won't get(you won't get it) real talk I spit it(i spit it) I got the kidz on lock and it's jus the beginning, let's go!
Check 1, 2-2, 3-3 and 4
Cocoa got four peso and buying out the whole store
Mess with me baby I'll show your ass out the door
Young boy got the mic
It go one for the trouble, two for the time
And three for bp, hit the beat then I'm flying, homie
Prey
Seen the reaper at the door, I threw an ounce
Yo, First off haters fuck em
No bedtime stories but you
Know somebody tuckin'
As my dough gets nice they
Just come by the dozen
But them hoes still
taught me how to go down south
He really really tried to hurt me hurt me
I really love his thug and gangsta style
Yo we got chicks in the living room
to work my body
He really taught me how to go down south
He really really tried to hurt me hurt me
I really love his thug and gangsta style
Yo we got
to work my body
He really taught me how to go down south
He really really tried to hurt me hurt me
I really love his thug and gangsta style
Yo we got
from the violent seas
And it's one for the woman that's never been had
Two for the women that were always unclad
Three for the wind knocking at the door
by ya address for some weeks I can’t mistake it
Like I can close my eyes & recite ya license plate letter placement
Been itching, to make you
for us is us
We trust in God, man is fickle
Phony as a bright ass copper nickel
Three for five dollars, it don’t mean shit
When the value of five
Doc's Brown
I lead by Example, there ain't a door I couldn't knock down
I'm buildin' an empire, makin' use of all of these blocks now
And I don't accept
you feelin' we can start tonight/
Sit down and talk not argue and fight/
We can start a new page, we can start from scratch/
By holdin' back tempers
Right now
Only beats by the pound
Getting down on the drum
Here we come
With the song
On the microphone
Let me show you what im all about
Let me show you
BRUH
Unanointed presentations, BRUH
Using them same ole tongues YEP
Singing that same ole song UUGGH
And homie it won't be long
The saints is gon' be
let the streets rock and roll your soul
Swats GA by way of Cascade Heights
Gunshots roadblocks sidewalks and ice
Sold me out for 3.5 grams
Intro
Tonight it's going down tonight girl, Tonight
Tonight it's going down tonight girl, Tonight
Hook
Tonight I wanna lay your body down, No need
Already on me
Shoutout to Fregley
Man, you so deadly
But that’s not who this about,
Songs about a real special guy
Who goes by the name Bob Duncan
(Hyah)
and tell me what you see
Maybe there is nothing special about me but there is gonna be
I do my own business, I don't take advice from haters
I don't need
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